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ODE De Messire Jaques Chastelard, Savoyard qui fut decapite a Edinbourg, pour l'amour de Marie Reine d'Ecosse.
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Translated.

I

Ye rocky Cliffs! ye desart pathless Woods,
Where wild I wander wretched and alone;
Ye savage Prospects! ye descending Floods!
That hear the Murmurs of a Heart undone,
In broken Sounds to you I wou'd express
My cruel Anguish, and conceal'd Distress.

II

But oh! what Soul the Torture can conceive,
Which I despairing ever must endure?
Doom'd an ill fated Passion still to grieve,
And hopeless ever to receive a Cure!
Witness this little Streamthat daily flows,
Swell'd with the Burthen of a Lover's Woes!
 

For a particular Account of this unhappy Foreigner, see Mr. Freebairn's Life of Mary Queen of Scots. I shall only observe the Style of this Ode is very correct, for the Age it was wrote in.

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